#forgedpath

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓  𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐒,  but  he  certainly  had  confidence  in  his  ability  to  win  someone  over  to  his  point  of  view.  Not  that  it  always  worked,  that  is.  Every  once  in  a  while  his  efforts  went  fruitless;  but  it  never  stopped  him  from  trying.  He  watched  with  careful  eyes,  making  sure  he  was  still  on  guard.  He  didn’t  sense  danger,  but  that  didn’t  mean  it  was  lurking.  “What  are  you  proposing?  What  can  you  do  for  the  Rebellion?  If  that’s  your  goal,  I  mean.”

“i’m looking to hire.” there’s no preamble. boba hooks thumbs in the loops of his belt as he continues to stare at the other hunter. “interested?”

❛ who says i’m angry ⸻            WHO SAYS I NEEDED SAVING ! ❜

          “𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐔 promised us droids & weapons to take back 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄.    so 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 are they?”

          "Because, it’s the right thing to do.”           A low, borderline solemn response is given as a distracted mind           works away at the wound. Nimble fingers dart quickly around the           General’s newest battlefield injury, ensuring her treatment           was complete.           Why? What a brilliant question. Because scrapping droids by           the hundreds thousands is easy- they’re mindless machines           with programmed emotions. They can be replaced.           People can’t- and Rush had already lost too many that she           cared about in this war.           Satisfied with the bacta patch’s application, Rush sat her           small form down beside the other, as if keeping her company           while further help arrived. A freckled, dirt-coated face fixed           Acxa with a warm smile as sleepless eyes shined through the           grime coating the young girl’s face, meeting the concerned look           given to her by her patient.            “Relaxing helps. Jus’ saying.”

He weaves his way through the crowd of people that seem to simply  part  for Acxa. They’re on a junk yard planet looking for parts ( and food, Shiro had reminded her. ) No one looks at them twice, even though his clothes clearly mark him as a  prisoner. He skips a few steps to catch up with her. ‘ You’ve signed yourself up for spending  a lot  of time with me, like it or not. ’

&& another smol headcanon --- by the time they get back to earth . . . shiro would’ve talked and talked and  talked  to the point where acxa knows way too much about shiro’s childhood ( if she was even listening to his rambling ) mostly because he was too enthusiastic about the fact that he had not-completely-evil company again, and just a reminder to himself as well that . . . he has a past, and what has occurred over the past year doesn’t define who he is . . . he may even have touched very very very briefly on his experience as  champion  and a prisoner . . . which may have coaxed her into admitting some of her experiences again and it was a Good Bonding Moment, but it probably only happened once and they never spoke of it again but it was probably what made him see the good in her that was sort of  revealed  at the end of vld. 

          Celebrating her recent promotion to General of the 3rd Divison,           Rush and her men rejoiced. Drinks, dancing, and humorous           tales from the frontlines.                                            A brilliant evening.           Spoiled by some drunk Rodian who thought that it might be           appropriate to insult Clone Troopers. In a bar that catered specifically           to Clone Troopers.           Safe to say fists and bottles began to fly fast. Rush, caught up in           the moment and the liquor, joined in, diving straight for the Rodian,           challenging him in hand-to-hand combat. The dumbass thought very           little of the buzzed teen before him.                                           Oh how wrong was he.            By the time the Coruscant Guard showed up, Rush was on top of           him, laying blow after blow into his stupid face. Fox just about tackled           her off of him. Only later, in her cell, waiting for her Mother Master,           Shaak Ti, to come and bail her out, did she truly feel the guilt set in           as the alcohol wore off.            Funny.           Her first fight, not on the battlefield, and its the one conflict she feels           the most guilt about.           Still, it was a good night.                                                  Even if there was a bit of guilt attached to it.